Sleek, black knock-off brand sunglasses stick to my face
Around my brow,
And sweat’s beading upon my forehead now
Above them, fighting hard to stay in place
Beads of sweat begin to trickle down slow.
I am done with this heat; it’s time to go.
Essence of Summer is thick in the air,
The scent of salt water: drowning my thoughts.
Fixed in the classroom I think it unfair
And frankly absurd that I am not free
To run to the beach to take some snapshots
Enjoying life, spending time by the sea.
I marveled at the thought, smile on my face.
But I must say
Walking to class does fill me with dismay,
And by Tuesday
Who knows what form my dreaming will embrace.
Ocean waves grand and small, come to meet my toes
On the sand, cool and fresh,
Each wave casting away all of my woes.
The Sun not only shines his rays of light,
He kisses my skin and tempts me to stay.
But he betrays me; his kiss burns my flesh.
And I keep returning to the beach, to
The Ocean’s spray
Of lies and broken promises; untrue!
But I have had my fill
Of the Summer’s myths and fables galore,
No more late night escapes up to the shore.
Nights go by and I hear the laughs, so shrill
And carefree, not tired or full of fright.
I might
For what it’s worth,
Take Summer back into my embrace, wary
Of the deceit, lies, and deceptions yet
To be unearthed.
One can know what troubles me,
The longing in my voice must make it clear.
Why must it be
So, that the bright Summers of yesteryear,
Long, dreamy, full of excitement and glee,
End with a dim sunset.